The Complete Poetical Works of William CowperH. Frowde, 1905 - 672 páginas |
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... seem to have been made — perhaps by Newton - from a doctrinal point of view , and therefore do not concern us ' . I have followed the same plan in dealing with the poems first printed by Bull , Hayley , Johnson , Croft , Southey , and ...
... seem to have been made — perhaps by Newton - from a doctrinal point of view , and therefore do not concern us ' . I have followed the same plan in dealing with the poems first printed by Bull , Hayley , Johnson , Croft , Southey , and ...
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... seems never to have had a brief , and made no income but that of his commissionership . Reads much , but writes very little . Thur- low's jesting promise to ' provide for ' C. when he is Lord Chancellor . 1761 30 C. 1762 31 C. 1763 32 C ...
... seems never to have had a brief , and made no income but that of his commissionership . Reads much , but writes very little . Thur- low's jesting promise to ' provide for ' C. when he is Lord Chancellor . 1761 30 C. 1762 31 C. 1763 32 C ...
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... seems to me must always vanish ' ( letter to Newton , Oct. 16. 1785 ) ; is moved to Newton's house , the Vicarage , in April ( Miss Unwin married to Rev. Matthew Powley in May ) ; again treated by Dr. Cotton ; at- tempts suicide ...
... seems to me must always vanish ' ( letter to Newton , Oct. 16. 1785 ) ; is moved to Newton's house , the Vicarage , in April ( Miss Unwin married to Rev. Matthew Powley in May ) ; again treated by Dr. Cotton ; at- tempts suicide ...
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... Seems to imply a censure on the rest . B. Quevedo , as he tells his sober tale , Ask'd , when in hell , to see the royal jail ; Approv'd their method in all other things ; But where , good sir , do you confine your kings ? There ― said ...
... Seems to imply a censure on the rest . B. Quevedo , as he tells his sober tale , Ask'd , when in hell , to see the royal jail ; Approv'd their method in all other things ; But where , good sir , do you confine your kings ? There ― said ...
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... seems to suit , Psalt'ry and sackbut , dulcimer , and flute . Oh fie ! ' tis evangelical and pure ! Observe each face , how sober and demure ! Ecstasy sets her stamp on ev'ry mien ; Chins fall'n , and not an eye - ball to be seen ...
... seems to suit , Psalt'ry and sackbut , dulcimer , and flute . Oh fie ! ' tis evangelical and pure ! Observe each face , how sober and demure ! Ecstasy sets her stamp on ev'ry mien ; Chins fall'n , and not an eye - ball to be seen ...
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Ash MSS beneath blest boast bosom breast British Museum call'd CANTIQUE charms Cowper dear death delight divine dream earth ev'n ev'ry eyes fair faith fame fear feel flame flow'rs form'd Gentleman's Magazine give glory grace grove hand happy hear heart heav'n heav'nly honour hope John Gilpin light live LORD lov'd lyre mind muse never night numbers nymphs o'er Olney Hymns once pain peace pleasure poems pow'r praise pray'r prove Published 1782 Published by Croft Published by Hayley Published by Johnson rest sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shades shine shore sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound Southey stamp'd stream sweet tears thee theme thine thou art thou hast thought trembling truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY Written youth
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Página 311 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute, From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Página 433 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road, That leads me to the Lamb.
Página 344 - It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página 344 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Página 349 - Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Página 312 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more.
Página 350 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Página 347 - Where they did all get in ; Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad.
Página 362 - Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
Página 348 - And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin— who but he ; His fame soon spread around — He carries weight, he rides a race, 'Tis for a thousand pound.